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 Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 6:52 pm
Location: The southwest corner of Loki territory, near the Brynhild/Attila border, by the north bank of the Attila river. 
The day had dawned bright and clear, and Remblarius basked in the light of the spring sun. The air was still cool, a slight breeze stirring the grass around him as he danced across the field, spinning on his hind paws and stopping here and there to examine a flower's scent. He sighed happily, waving his tail up and down behind him. It hadn't formed as typical fafner tails did, with the tuft at the end of a sleek whip. Instead, the tuft began near the base of his tail, extending the full length in strange feathery fronds, more like the tail of some exotic bird than a mammal. To keep it in order, he had the base of the tail bound with a goldenrod ribbon, which gave it some more stability and kept the feathery tufts from dragging in the dirt.
"Are you happy to see the sun this morn, little flower?" He spoke to a bright white daisy, standing apart from its kin, much as he stood apart from the other fafners of his clan. "Yes, of course you are!" He nudged the blossom with his nose, and sneezed delightedly at the scent of the pollen before laughingly prancing away again. The sound of the river beckoned him on, and he could see its glinting blue surface a little ways off ahead. To his right rose the mountains of the Brynhild clan, dominating the distant horizon, and across the river before him was the Attila clan's territory. His nearness to their borders didn't concern him in the least, though... if he'd even registered that he was that close to straying off his Clan's land.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 7:16 pm
 Ghada looks up from her sleeping spot near the shore of the river with a confussed expression. " What sort of silly oddball talks to a flower?" Ghada gets up and walks toward Remblarius. " Hello? Do you relise the flower won't talk back? it doesn't have a mouth...
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 7:33 pm
Rem spun on his heel, excited to hear the voice of another fafner. When his eyes took in the sight of her, however, he met her confused expression with one of his own. His nose twitched, taking in her scent; she smelled like a femme, and sounded like one too. But, what was she doing with a horn on her head? Never one to beat around the bush when a question was nagging at his brain, his words streamed forth, almost without conscious urging.
"Why hello, lovely femme! I know the flower won't talk back with words, but the wind makes it dance so delightfully in response!"
He pranced around her, paws high-stepping through the grass as he moved side to side. "Tell me tell me, dear femme, why is it you have that horn on your head? Only we males should have horns, and at the sides, at that! Yours is in the center! But so shiny, it's quite becoming!"
He paused briefly, his dark brown eyes transfixed by the way the sunlight glinted off the spiraling horn, a huge grin lighting his face. He was used to seeing unusual fafners, his clan had its share. But he'd never seen a female with such a feature. How intriguing!
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 7:57 pm
ghada seems startled by how much rem talks. " wow.. you talk alot... well i was born with the horn. i don't know WHY i was born with it though." She smiles at him.
"what are you doing wandering around alone? the poor bloke probably scared everyone off with all of his chattering.. hes really polite though if just a bit loud..
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 8:19 pm
"Ah, but if I didn't say my own words, then who would? Words are meant to be spoken, not to remain unsaid."
He saw her ears pressing closer to her head, and blinked in realization. He really did need to work on modulating his voice better! He's been cursed with very powerful vocal cords and tended to talk louder than he needed to. At least he could control that a bit better than the number of words that tumbled out.
"I am Remblarius the Harvester, dear femme, but you can call me Rem." He beamed at her, consciously lowering the volume of his voice. "I am here for the sweet grasses that grow by the river, they make a delightful salad with a few of last summer's nuts! Shall I show you, miss...." He blinked at her for a moment, he'd forgotten to ask her name!
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 8:43 pm
Ghada nods. " Yes words are ment to be spoken but sometimes actions speak louder. Like in the matter of friendship. You can blather on and on about it but if you treat "friends" badly then words are useless."
Ghada lets her ears go and relaxes a bit. " A salad sounds nice, but i've never had one. Fish and potatos and sometimes fruit from Hiedmar and some of the little rodents from Brynhild, I have had though. My name is Ghada. your talkitive nature is contagious, you know that?" Ghada softly laughs after sayng that.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 6:31 pm
Rem chuckled, prancing around of his new acquaintance. "Wise as well as lovely!" Eyes sparkling with laughter, he bounded away towards the river bank.
"Come come! I'll treat you to breakfast, dear lady Ghada!" His feathery tail billowed in the air behind him as he ran for the moist ground a few yards from the river, just beneath a drooping willow tree. He skidded to a stop, stumbling slightly as his paws got caught up in some of the roots. He righted himself as if nothing had happened, and began rooting around, until he produced a large, curved piece of bark that had been washed up by the river by the last big storm. Pleased with his find, he carefully scratched some fresh lichen from the rocks the tree roots rested over, placing them into the bark-tray.
Gripping the tray in his teeth, he carefully picked his way closer to the river, wobbling a bit as he tried not to tip the mossy appetizer off the makeshift plate. He set it down, and uprooted some wild vegetables, the roots small, white, and tender, the greens long, slender, and slightly salty but mostly sweet. He added about a dozen to the platter, shredding them a bit with his claws. Pausing to look at his creation, he frowned down. It was missing something...
"I'll be right back!" He hollered before bolting off, leaving the plate on the ground as he ran full speed to the treeline.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:47 pm
ghada blinks. "uh.. i'll just..guard the salad.." hes really really energetic i wonder how much he'd bounce around if he had some of the sweet fruits from hriedmar.. ghada goes and sits by the salad.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 12:39 pm
He bounded back from the forest a few minutes later, a leafless branch clenched in his teeth. A small brown object flew free of the branch as he jarred it with each long leap, and he halted, going back to grab it. Setting the branch down, he flicked the round thing up into the air, eyes following it until his nose was pointed straight up. He maneuvered underneath of it, catching it gently on the outstretched fronds of his tail. It stayed there as he picked the branch up again, closing the distance between himself and Ghada more sedately this time.
"Here here!" His words were muffled, the branch still in his mouth. He looked bashful, then set the branch down, turning to let the little object on his tail fall off beside it. There were three good-sized hazel nuts on the branch, four counting the one that had flown off before. He lined them all up on top of a large dry leaf, then went looking around beneath the willow tree again.
"Ahhhh got it! Oof!" Rem had his paws braced on top of a rock as big as his head, pulling back on it to dislodge it from the ground. He rolled it towards him as he backed over to the hazel nuts. Shifting himself to the other side of the rock, he held it poised over the poor defenseless nuts.
"Stand back, Ghada!" With a mighty grunt he shoved his weight behind the rock, sending it crashing onto the nuts. There was a satisfying crack as the shells split, and Rem pulled the rock off with a grin. "Haha! Here we go!" Sorting the nuts from their shells, he scooped them onto the bark-plate that held the lichen, sweet grass, and wild roots.
He sat back, a proud look on his face as he beamed at the femme. "I present to you, the Remblarius Breakfast Salad Special!" His feathered tail bobbed up and down as he waited for her to try some. "Go ahead, go ahead!"
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 5:50 pm
ghada looks amazed at his stunt with the rock. " i have never seen someone use a rock like that..." She then tastes the salad. "this is good. whats the crunchy things that you smashed with the rock?"
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 2:05 pm
 A pale figure moved across the long grass of the Loki valley with long, smooth strides, each footfall was as silent as the last. Her long white mane was swept back by the steady wind, flowing besides two strange pairs of white wings. Blue eyes (one paler than the other) flickered back and forth along the long stretch of water; she kept her good eye out for others along the river.
The young adult was a talented healer infamous for her wicked and sadistic personality (poking wounded people, you can't go wrong with that). Cruel would be a good, accurate description. Some accepted it and other despised her. Whatever the case may be, she could care less. This particular day, she was taken a break from insulting others and chose, instead, to set her sights of enjoying the fair weather while it lasts.
This particular day was also one where, perhaps, she would choose to be polite. While trotting along the edge of the river bank, Stelmaria came across a lovely little pair of fafners. Usually, because her personality demanded it, she would turn away and ignore their existance; however, the unique appearance of the male looked oddly familiar. Possibly one from her clan? Others have spoken of him and she could vaguely remember his title. Rem-something? Remblario? Remblarius? Maybe. The other, although also odd in her appearance, was not familiar at all. Perhaps she was from another clan.
As Stelmaria neared them, she purposefully placed her lips into a painfully sweet smile. "Hello there! Is that my fellow Lokian, Remblarius?"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 7:41 pm
[Rain's going to make the three an even numbah... rofl ]
Illidan wandered into the fields across Loki. It was quite the time for his herbal plants to finally bloom, but decided to wait until night to go back. He walked slowly towards a bank upon his path, approaching with a bored face.
However, he came to see three others: First a rather strange looking one with a fan like tail of a peacock's, the second with a very fragile and glassy appearance with large horn on the forhead, but the third had gave him a smal jolt - this last fafner had a string of gold jewelery in her long white mane, a scar over an eye that seemes paler than the other, milky blue leopard prints, and four wings on her back. Now that he remembered, this must have been Stelmaria, who was rumored to be a very cruel femme [from what he heard] from Loki. She is said to be one of the best healers around, if he hadn't forgotten. A far relative of his, Requiem, had told him about her...He shivered at the words he spoke, but also wondered if he was exaggerating.
He didn't dare approach to hold a small conversation, not to be made fun of for his silly appearance, but to embarass himself in front of such a graceful figure like her, not to mention the unicorn-like femme AND the other male who had a very classy look...So instead, he silently walked by and continued through his way.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 7:03 pm
"Hazel nuts, I was quite lucky to find some at this time of year. They must have been missed in last fall's harvest." He grinned broadly, proud of his find and glad she liked the quickly prepared meal. He was about to sample it himself, when he heard his name being called. The voice sounded somewhat familiar, if a bit strained in trying to sound polite. He blinked a few times, twisting his head to look around behind him to see who the voice belonged to. Spotting Stelmaria, who was quite near at this point, he did a double take and spun around to face her, tail twitching up and down; whether in anxiety or excitement or just his habitual exuberance was uncertain.
"Milady Stelmaria!" His voice gushed out in shock, back to its normal loud volume. He remembered, though, how it hurt Ghada's ears, and made the effort to talk at a more normal pitch. "A pleasure to see you gracing this lovely day with your glorious presence, great Healer! And you are indeed correct, Milady, I am Remblarius."
~She knows my name...~ he thought to himself, curious as to why she would have bothered to remember it, or who had told her... he didn't think they'd been introduced directly, since nobody ever bothered to show such deference to him, but she was well known by those of Loki. Actually, well feared was probably more like it, but equally revered. He hadn't interacted with her personally yet though, so he chose to reserve judgement for now. The presence of another fafner a ways off went completely unnoticed by the narrow-sighted Rem, whose focus was nearly entirely on the icy hued femme before him. He was dying to ask her about her delightful wings, but something held him back... a modicum of sense, perhaps.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 10:36 pm
Ghada seems to sense the forced politeness in stelmaria's voice. " i'm going to go remblarius" she lowers her voice so hopefully stelmaria can't hear.
" i'm sorry but she scares me for some reason. maybe we can talk again?" after shooting an apoligetic look at remblarius she walks after illidan.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 11:39 pm
Stelmaria let a smooth grin flutter over her lips as the other male spoke up. Her arrogance thrived off her ability to recognize nearly all inhabitance of Loki. However, that doesn’t necessary mean she cared to know anything else about them.
"Yes, glorious day," retorted sarcastically as she sifted her head to catch his whole form with her good eye. The distain that rolled off the tongue seemed to be aimed at the very blades that were crushed underneath her paws. "Although I’m flattered you know of me." She wings shifted lightly in the wind and her mane fluttered over the disinterested look in her eyes. Her quiet haughtiness tends to contradict those polite words that rolled so easily off her lips.
As a familiar hesitance (which she often comes across for some unknown reason) swept up Ghada’s face, Stelmaria let an uncharacteristically soft chuckle escape her. She paused as though trying to decide whether she should even try maintaining her pleasant personality. In the end she shrugged the idea off. She threw her voice into the wind so it would reach the retreated figure. "Not even a greeting. How rude your little friend is, Remblarius," she then lightened her voice when turning her attention back towards the male. "I don't look that hideous today, do it?"
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